The Child of The Host (Hostxchildreader)

The Child of The Host (Hostxchildreader)

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First every story don't really know what to put here so yeah (plus I suck at description) Sorry if I got the title wrong Your a teenager (14) living with their mom. Your mother always said your name, (Y/n), was the name your father gave you. You never knew who he was. After the summer, things started to happen to you. You got advanced hearing and knowledge. Your eyesight seemed to change. You started to see things differently. You soon had to keep your eyes shut all the time. One day your mom gave you a box that was sent just for you. Apon opening the box was a scarf and note they said 'Trust me. It doesn't look like much but it will help with your problem'. You didn't know who sent it. But your life changed after that day.
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Shanté: You were in her room, Jonathan! Jonathan: Ok, ok, I understand that but- Shanté: No, just shut up, ok! You hurt me. Badly. And- Jonathan: You hurt me too, Shanté. Quit playing victim all the damn time. Shanté: Well then I guess we shouldn't be together. We shouldn't talk, we shouldn't text, we shouldn't anything. We just might hurt each other again. He tears up which causes me to tear up. I let my tears run down my face & he continues to fight his tears but there's one that's at the literal edge of his eye waiting to be free Jonathan: ...but we're in love. Shanté: Well we're just going to have to be in love from afar. Jonathan: Shanté, I JUST got you back. Please. I can't...I can't lose you again. The tear that was on the edge of his eye finally drops & another falls out the other. I look into the eyes I once fell in love with & force myself to say Shanté: ...I can't do this anymore. *leaves* 🚨🚨🚨🚨Cuss words, sexual content, & n-word use🚨🚨🚨🚨 -I posted this story last year but decided to make a couple of changes🙂- Ps - Every character in this story is black EXCEPT for Elizabeth😗✌️

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